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Drugs!

I've been on drugs for most of this week!

Woke up Sunday after the party feeling a little bit worse for wear. Since I didn't drink, that was a little bit odd. Didn't think much of it though.

Woke up Monday still feeling a little bit worse for wear, plus it felt as if something was caught in the back of my throat. Annoying, nothing more.

Got to work, and was riding the lift up to our floor, and I had a quick look in the mirror in the lift to see if I could see what was irritating me. I saw it! It wasn't so much as something caught in the back of the throat, as a problem with the back of the throat.

Can you say ulcer boys and girls? I thought you could.

About 7mil across at the back of the visible part of the throat, the sickly off white colour usually associated with pimples.

Eek!

I was intending to make an appointment with the doctor the next day anyway, as I was almost out of anti-inflammatories, so this just motivated me a little bit more.

Went to the Doctor, and he had a quick look.

The diagnosis? An ulcer that's gotten infected, and is now a mild case of tonsillitis as well. He gave me a new script for the anti-inflammatories and one for some anti-biotics.

So, for the past five days I have been on Augmentin Duo Forte (Take one tablet twice a day immediately before or with the first mouthful of food) as well as my usual Vioxx Tablets (Take one tablet daily with food as required).

Individually they can have a side-effect of mild nausea, together, and well I haven't been feeling all that crash hot since then.

However, I had my last of the anti-biotics this morning, so I should be feeling better as of tomorrow. I hope so.

And the ulcer looks like it's gone.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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